Penny does a Double Shift

At the end of a grueling unexpected double shift she had to drag herself home, dead on her feet as she fought her way up four flights of stairs, with every step cursing Leonard's stupid rocket fuel bomb for breaking the elevator.

At her door It took three tries to get the key in the door, even though Sheldon had helpfully colour coded her keys.

She opened the door and stumbled inside to find Sheldon sitting in his chair, busy working on his laptop.

He looked her over then shut his lap top down, closed it and set it aside.

Being Sheldon she knew there would be no chit chat , no asking if she'd had a bad day as it was obvious to him she had. But then she could do the same, the tense line of his mouth, the set of his shoulders, the music she'd heard from 4A as she came upstairs all told a story. He's even wearing a plain blue t-shirt out of rotation. "Hey honey, how's things? Leonard being an annoyance?"

"Yes, his antics are coming dangerously close to the "no hootenannies after 10" rule"

She put her bag and keys down and kicked off her shoes. "So you came over for some peace and quiet"

"Yes, I feel I'm tantalisingly close to something with these energy state anomaly readings. Plus I felt we could both do with relaxing"

Then she noticed that resting on the arm of his chair was her collar.

She felt a flutter of excitement, exactly the reaction he was training her to have but sadly the tiredness and aches won and a guilty feeling of failure made her stomach sink

"I'm sorry, i Really don't feel like playing tonight Sheldon."

He gives an understanding nod "Nevertheless, obey"

"Yes Sir" she sighs.

"Come and sit" he points to the couch next to his chair. She sits where he pointed.

"Now, remove your yellow sweater, un-tuck your blouse and remove your bra from under it" seems like he'd been watching her evening routine.

He gets up and goes to the kitchen as she shrugs out of her bra and pulls it down her sleeve. It did wonders for her figure and tips but after a double it was torture.

He returns almost immediately with a cup of herbal tea. She sips it, finding it just the right temperature to drink. How'd he get that right? She takes a mouthful and ponders. It was Sheldon so the most logical way was making it in advance by knowing her shift end time, travel times and ideal cooling time. Not a problem for him, but a nice gesture. She enjoys the warmth in her hands, the soothing feeling radiating from her stomach.

He orders "Tuck your feet up. Relax"

She tucks her feet up on sofa.

"Any events I should know about or just the ordinary work stress? "

She sighs "mostly just ordinary, though I've been asked to do another double next Saturday as one of the other girls is off"

He nods "I'll allow that as long as you rest well after the Friday, I've something quite strenuous planned for you"

She gives a happy little shiver. She knows he's priming her, building expectation so she's all the more responsive then. Sneaky manipulation, but not unwelcome, it was all part of the fun and gave her something to look forward to.

"Thank you sir"

He Leans close, moves her head to one side and brushes her hair away from her face. She leans into his touch, eager for it. he leans close, drinking in the smell of her, the traces of the day; sweat and fatigue fight her perfume, over the aroma of stale burger fat and an acrid trace of salad dressing. He finds it offends him, how the day has marked his girl who should smell of clean sheets, sunshine, sex and green apples.

With delicate fingers her removes her earring, sliding the pillar free with a slow twist.

She leans her head to the other side, offering her ear, murmuring happily at his touch as he removes the other.

She finishes her tea while he files her earrings away for her.

"What now sir?"

"Go into the Bathroom"

She nods and gets to her aching feet and follows him into the bathroom.

In front of her mirror he slowly unbuttons her blouse, slipping it from her shoulders. He smiles at the swell of her naked breasts but Instead of the groping she was expecting he simply turns and puts the blouse into her brimming laundry basket with only the slightest tut at her untidiness.

Pointing to the mirror he simply says "take your make up off" . He's found her missing make up remover wipes and put them by the mirror ready.

She cleans off her makeup carefully, watching him in the mirror as he watches her. There's a calm patience to him that she's not used to, he's just watching her.

She rinses her face off in the sink. "All Done sir"

He turns her to face away from him and unfastens the button on her skirt, then pulling the zipper down. Hooking his thumbs into her waistband he slowly pulls her skirt and panties down to her ankles and she steps out of them.

Standing naked in front of him she remains passive, awaiting his orders. It's a challenge for her, part of her just wants to slump into bed and sleep but she can feel the need to serve driving her, the power dynamic of being naked when he's fully clothed stirs something deep in her.

He pulls back the shower curtain.

"Kneel in the tub."

This is a first for him, he's fastidious in his cleanliness but has always showered alone and in private.

She climbs into the tub and lowers herself to her knees. He rolls up his sleeves and starts the water, holding the shower head in his hand and stroking her hair as he rinses her down with warm water. The water is bliss on her aching back, she slumps forward, enjoying the feel of it running over her skin.

Once he's rinsed the stale odour of the day from her hair he put the shower head up so it rains down on her crouching form. He's already arranged her toiletries in order, so he knows which bottle is her conditioner. he squeezes a small amount into his palm and works it into the ends of her hair, letting the falling water wash it through. His planning is meticulous, of course. Rinse to prepare the hair, loosening oil and dirt then condition the ends as they're drier and more prone to split. Next he takes her shampoo, the familiar green apple scent bringing many pleasant memories. He squeezes out a small amount and works it into her scalp, long fingers moving in confident vertical strokes to stimulate blood flow, not circles as he's read that increases tangles.

She stays mesmerised by the sensations, the falling water, his firm and purposeful caress. She can't understand it, he's washing her hair? tending to her, not as a prelude to anything kinky or sexual she can see coming, just washing because she needs it washing. She huddles in the tub, wraps her arms around herself. he's looking after her because he cares for her and she needs looking after. It's strangely possessive but reassuring.

he works the lather down her hair and rinses it out, then stops the water.

"Sit up"

She sits up straight, looking at him with puzzled eyes. He just smiles and sits on the side of the tub, using both hands to squeeze some of the water from her hair, then stroking his hand down her cheek.

Without looking he picks up the conditioner bottle again, takes some in his hand and conditions the full length of her hair, rolling it up into a bun and fixing it up with a large hair clip he'd put on the side ready.

She smiles. he's organised, he's planned this out. In his own strange way it shows just how much he cares for her.

He stands and says "Stand. Face the wall. Arms out"

He puts his hand on the back of her neck and holds her face to the cold tile as he hoses her down with the shower head. Not too rough, he didn't force her, He just pushed and she yielded, moving as he wanted.

Being held firm does things to her she didn't expect, her nipples hardening against the cold tiles.

Once he's washed her down he starts to go over every inch of her with the sponge, slowly and methodically soaping her skin then rinsing her down.

"Turn. Back to the tiles. hands on the wall"

She turns, arms spread wide. He carries on sponging her down, she Luxuriates in the feel of hot water, the sensation, the rough warm sponge and cool smooth tile. As he sponges her breasts her nipples pucker and she feels desire build as Lust fights exhaustion

She shifts, moving her legs further apart. it's involuntary, Her body makes it clear who she belongs to.

He sponges between her legs, casually soaping up her sensitive flesh. the strange lust stirs, she rocks her hips, biting her lip as she humps the sponge. He holds the sponge still, watching her face, the flush on her cheeks as she half closes her eyes and gives a low moan.

He turns the shower head on her then, holding her open so the water pulses on her clit. she gasps and goes up on tip-toe, arching her back.

"Enough" He unclips her hair and turns the water colder, rinsing out the conditioner and stinging her skin with a thousand cold needles.

"Step out" He holds up a big soft towel she's not seen before, wrapping it round her and rubbing her dry.

She sighs, skin wrapped in soft and warmth and presses herself against him, just needing to feel him. He wraps his arms round her, holding her and enjoying the soft warmth of his girl, naked and clean in his arms.

"Now kneel, collar position"

She reluctantly leaves his embrace, lowering herself to the floor, kneeling with her knees apart, back straight, head forward so her neck is exposed.

He wraps her collar about her neck and buckles it closed. Keeping a firm hand on her head he holds her head down as he towels her hair dry. She jumps at the unexpected roar of the hair dryer as he starts it up, blow drying her hair for a few minutes until it's just damp.

"Sit up straight" She lifts her head, shoulders back, breasts shown off for his pleasure. He gathers her hair up in a loose bun and fixes it with a scrunchy hair band.

When did he stop being a sex maniac and start being a hairdresser? He gets her to her feet and leads her to the bed. When that's what she needed most of all.

She lays down on the bed as directed, feeling warm and safe and relaxed. He wraps the sheets around her then lays down next to her, wrapping his arm around her.

"How do you feel, girl?"

She sighs happily "Relaxed. Treasured. Owned, Sir "

"Good girl. you may sleep now. I'll stay until you are asleep, but have work tomorrow. Now, No morning fun for you. You are not allowed to orgasm until I give permission. You may ask tomorrow night, understood?

"Yes sir. Thank you Sir"

She curls up in his arms and slides off into happy exhausted sleep.